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By Anonymous

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I have always been turned on by females smoking. I don't know why, but it has always had this effect on me. For a long time I thought it was something odd, but now I know lots of others feel the same way (via asfs and recent publicity about this fetish).
To me there is nothing better than to see a pretty girl sucking on a cigarette, inhaling and blowing out a long stream of smoke. It is better if they are pretty, fairly young and with a good body. Nice (fairly big) tits seem to feature a lot in my fantasies as well (I'm sure a pyschoanalyst would have a field day with that one!).
Anyway the reason I am writing this is to tell you an incident that happened about ten years ago:
I first met Sarah one summer, whilst walking through my home town with my younger brother. He met and chatted to a new girl to the area that he knew through school. They were both in the sixth form, whilst I was away at university at the time (just visiting during my vacation).
When we met, it was electric, I was totally in awe of this sex goddess. What made it worse was that she flirted with me, and I had the feeling that I was in with a chance. I couldn't stop thinking about her for weeks afterwards, but did nothing, for fear of making a fool of myself.
Several months later, I was in the area again and spotted her at a bus stop (inevitably) chatting to a group of young lads. She was obviously the centre of attention and loving it! I waved, but only got a half hearted wave back.
Over the next few months we bumped into each other with increasing regularity (these things take a lot of planning!).
I eventually asked her out, but she was seeing someone else. I was devastated. However, I kept on until she finally agreed to go out with me.
The first date was nothing much to write home about. We had a few drinks, met some friends (my mates couldn't believe it!) and I walked her home. A peck on the cheek and I was on my way.
Things went like this for a little while before IT happened. We went back to her (mother's) house, to find it empty. A very quick cup of coffee was followed by some groping and then some very passionate sex.
This was so amazing (apparently for both of us!) that it went on for hours. Without realizing it, we had each met THE perfect sexual match. There was no "first date" fumbling, just an incredible passionate frenzy.
What I couldn't get over however, was the perfection of her body. She had superb, firm and large breasts and perfect skin. I sucked on her nipples for ages, which drove her wild -she later told me that this was the main physical thing that turned her on.
However, this was just the tip of the iceburg. As we got to know each other better, we confessed some of our fantasies. And our sex only got better as we began to share our secrets with each other.
Hers had already become apparent to me, although the fun of "confession" just added to the enjoyment of it. She liked me to talk about sex. In particular, she liked me to talk about my having sex with previous girlfriends. One in particular, called Frances, used to really turn her on. She knew that there was something special about Fran, that turned me on, but couldn't put her finger on it but still she wanted me to talk about her.
The thing was, Fran was a smoker. I hadn't really gone out with many smokers before, but I think Fran sensed my arousal every time she lit up. She too had a great body, you know, the kind that was tannned and toned. Fran ran 10 miles each day and had a full body workout that took at least 3 hours each day. She was pretty, but she was a very dominant personality and liked to take the lead during sex.
She really enjoyed tormenting me during sex. Her favourite thing was to tie my wrists to the bedposts and tease me by just inserting the tip of my cock into her mouth, or just inside her pussy lips so that the hot wet feeling made me twitch in frustration. And then she would remove her lips or herself.
She would sit (just out of reach of my throbbing cock) on by stomach and play with her body. In particular, she would rub her beautiful tits and hold them millimetres from my mouth. She would then light up a cigarette and smoke it, because she thought I hated it.
She would tell me how good the smoke felt as she inhaled it deeply, and would gently suck on my cock as she exhaled. This would drive me wild --let's face it, she must have known. To see those perfect breasts expand as she inhaled; her nipples growing hard, just about made me come all on its own.

Anyway, back to Sarah. She was a non-smoker. In fact she was very much an anti-smoker. This was something that used to make my fantasies worse, as I imagined her smoking her first cigarette. Her Moher smoked quite a lot, and she was always complaining about it.
One night, we were (as usual) discussing and acting out a few fantasies, when she said something that made my pulse quicken. You see, the fantasy was always more exciting if no-one else knew. She said that she thought I had a secret fantasy that I was not telling her. She would not say what she thought it was until she had satisfied herself that she was certain.
I knew that I had been found out, but couldn't be sure. She didn't mention this for sometime, until a few weeks later, in the middle of sex, she said quite simply "I know what your fantasy is!"
My cock jerked with excitement, but I didn't really know what to expect. She said, "wait here," and left the room. When she returned, she had put on the bra that she knew always turned me on (it was a little too tight and presented an wonderful amount of cleavage.)
She had also donned some bright red lipsick, but to top it all, she was holding one her mothers cigarettes, a lighter and an ashtray.
She bound my hands to the bed (this much I had told her about the Frances escapades). She then told me how she had noticed me looking at other girls who smoked and that she had put two and two together.
Throughout this she was gently rubbing the tip of my cock, gently squeezing out some pre-cum lubricant and rubbing it into the underside (that drives me wild!).
She asked if I would like to see her smoke. Of course I said yes, but this was what she was hoping for. I had to confess my full fantasy and beg for her to do the deed.
This involved telling her the full story about Fran and about how much I had fantasized about various female smokers that we knew. This was her kick so I never really thought that she would actually do it.
Then she lifted up my twitching cock and slid it into her. She raised the cigarette to her mouth, lit it and quickly blew out the smoke. She had never done this before, but knew that I wanted more than this. She the sucked on it again and as she breathed in, clenched her pussy muscles around my cock, releasing the pressure as she exhaled. She only managed this twice, before she felt me starting to cum.
As my first gush of come spurted deep into her, she took another drag on the cigerette and coughed, and then started a coughing fit.
Each time my honey coughed her tight little pussy convusled around my srurting dick and just about killed me with sensations.
I had never felt anything like it before (or since!). She eventually untied me and said that she thought smoking was disgusting. Despite the high of the best sex I had ever had, I was panicking that it would never happen again.
This again was what turned her on me begging her for a repeat performance and talking her into doing whatFran and I had (or had imagined!) doing.

I don't know what you think of this, but if you know how to put it on the internet, it would be great to share it with people. Sarah, who I haven't seen for some years might enjoy it as well -if she finds it!